SUFFOLK
We are now heading for Suffolk on the A14.  Around Ipswich you'll find that the Little Chef is in fact not a Little Chef but a 'Vindaloo'. Which is cool.  Stop and have a curry if you're peckish- go on fill yer boots.

The Assistants will happily furnish teams with extra points for the photo of the best service station meal. One assistant has a very vivid memory of a most interesting Currywurst meal offered on the large picture menu of a German Service Station, some years ago. Its interestingness lay, principally, in the fact that the photograph of the meal and the meal itself were absolutely identical- there was not a single discernable difference between the photographed version and the plated reality- genius.

We are getting very lazy about writing stuff down now, but we are off to Honey-pot Lodge which is an excuse for any lazy or poor behaviour we've exhibited so far- so much have we been looking forward to it, so over-excited are we. We had large and grand plans of visiting other places of interest on the way to Honeypot but we have a bottle of gin and sweetmeats for our hosts and the weather is murky and its getting dark- and we have been in our nuclear desolation for much too long now.

Welcome to Suffolk, we pull up to a roundabout and are a bit taken aback to see a nice alert mongrel hound apparently driving a van. He's got a great look of concentration on his face and certainly appears to be paying due attention to the highway code. We are totally helpless with laughter for quite sometime. We decide that there must have been a hidden owner very close by the driving dog, but secretly, we hope not. 'Suffolk is stuck 30 years behind everywhere else. People retire here and don't want it to change,' says one Suffolk resident to us, during our visit. But driving dogs seems very advanced.

17^th C Witchfinder General, Matthew Hopkins, was from Suffolk. But he's now said to haunt Manningtree in Essex on the other side of the River Stour. http://www.ghostdatabase.co.uk/articles/witch-finder/

He was quite fond of using torture techniques, witch-pircking was a favourite practice- yikes, not a nice look at all. Something to think on for anyone who's got an intimate piercing or has had acupuncture

HONEYPOT LODGE AND CETERA
And so, as the evening creeps in as we creep into Saxemundham

Honeypot Lodge is a B&B in said pretty village of Saxmundham (near Aldeburgh - Home of the Music Festival).

It was in this pretty little historic market town that Roosevelt and Churchill met in 1940. And it was close to here at Shingle street that a purported piece of top secret military history took place. There is a host of stories of an enormous German Landing (3000 personnel) attempted at Shingle Street in 1940. What happened is still a state secret but interestingly the village was completely evacuated until 5 years after the end of the war, when the villagers were finally allowed to return to find most of their houses were uninhabitable. Secrets, secrets... look at this,   http://www.shford.fslife.co.uk/ShingleSt/fullstory.htm
And this   http://homepage.ntlworld.com/john.boon/Shingle%20Street/Shinglestreethome.htm
They say they blew them all up.

Anyroadup, we stop for the night at Honeypot Lodge and get sozzled with Peter and Andrew who own it. It has to be the nicest B & B in the country. It certainly felt that way. Breakfast was complimented by about 8 different homemade jams and marmalades and many laughs and our beds got turned down for us an' everything. And the food is fabulous. Peter and Andrew have said that they'll do a special rate for any Great British Road Trip players who book in February and March 2009- you'll need to give them your team name and they'll check back with us, well worth it if you've got the cash for a room for the night...

We tried to play some games with Peter and Andrew- By Jingo there goes my pink Flamingo, which they both reckon was a game from Radio 4's 'I'm Sorry I haven't a Clue' but it wasn't, its brand spanking new and its not listed on the website, so we think not fellas.

And a game known as 'Good-day Bruce' which works well if you are very drunk but which we really couldn't begin to get off the ground with so many other funny things to talk about. In fact our charming hosts were heard to say, "Don't bring your bloody London ways down here, this is Suffolk'